When I saw him thus mov'd, and fired for my purpose, I inflam'd him yet more, by asking him several leading questions, such as had he a mistress?... w...s she prettier than me?... could he love such a one as I was?... and the like; to all which the blushing simpleton answer'd to my wish, in a strain of perfect nature, perfect undebauch'd innocence, but with all the awkwardness and simplicity of countrybreeding.When I thought I had sufficiently ripen'd him for the laudable point I had in view, one. “I love their new sound.”“I agree,” I said as she turned around to go sit back down, I couldn't help but stare at her walking away. Her shorts were so small that every time she took a step the bottom of her very round cheek would pop out, as I stared in a trance. She sat down looked over again smiling once again at me. I walked back over to my stuff but every time I blinked I could see her round butt inviting me to grab it. All I could think about was spin her around to give her a passionate. In the tent, the juniors had gathered already and most of my batchmates as well. We had organized for DJ, food, flickering disco lights, and drinks. Not just any drinks, alcohol. Though we were not allowed to bring alcohol bottles, we sneaked alcohol into the college by putting it in the cold-drink bottles.The party began on time with DJ playing loud. Everyone started dancing. Drinks were poured into the glasses and people were having a sip. I could tell that there were a lot who had not tasted. Charlotte had placed that pie on my lap while I was sitting in my favorite chair. The hand she had been holding it up with wound up in my lap with the box covering her actions. She had turned that hand over and was massaged my cock through my pants while she recited off a long list of the ingredients for me. I couldn’t believe that in that short period of time that she had made me cum in my pants. Of course afterwards I told my wife what Charlotte had done but she just laughed about it. My wife.